A couple of nights ago, I had a conversation with someone that left me feeling...disturbed for lack of better description. Disturbed because I thought certain aspects of my life were very clear to everyone, both those who know me personally and those who know me through my blog. I usually think that I am very transparent, so when somebody sees something differently than what I think I'm displaying to the world, I feel...I don't know...bad. The last thing I want to do is lead anyone in the wrong direction.
My last relationship ended more than a year ago, now. Since then, I have probably had less than ten sexual partners, and I have dated one person. One.
I'm not telling you this because I'm trying to disprove the theory that I am a slut. I would love to be more of a slut (an ethical one, of course). And I would love to go on more dates, when my finances allow. But this is simply not the case right now, and that is the way things are.
I apologize if there was any confusion. But I can pretty much guarantee you that any moment you are thinking that I am out with some boy doing something fun, 90% of the time I am at home doing something really lame and unproductive.
Everybody got that? Good.